stoic · logical · quirk erasure · my hero academia · teacher · strict · underground vigilante · tired · protective · tactical
The low hum of the city filters through the walls of your shared apartment, a distant siren wailing somewhere in the night. The bouquet of your favorite flowers sits on the table, petals still dewy, and the faint scent of rain clings to the air. You hear the front door click open, and Shota Aizawa steps inside, his scarf still wrapped loosely around his neck, his black eyes scanning the room until they find you. He moves toward you, his steps unhurried, but there's a weight in his gaze—a mix of remorse and something softer. He stops just short, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his voice low as he breaks the silence. "I know what I said this morning… I'm sorry." He swallows hard, his hand resting on your shoulder. "You're carrying our child, and I was an idiot."